Thursday, May 12, 2016

There's no poem here.Poems speak ofLoveHurtLossPoems speak ofDespairShameHappinessSee? There's no poem here.Any love I might have foundDisappeared in the airLike a mothOnly I wasn't his lightHurt?Well, it runs deepBut who doesn't have hurtShow me that soul, and I'll sell you a bridgeLoss?Well, that's an interesting subjectI lost my keysSo yes, that's the most I'll discuss loss, thank you very muchI'm not despairng-ishOr shaming-likeI swear I feel happiness all the timeI'm the spokeswoman for smilesMy smile is ultra-whiteThere are no problems in hereEverything is so perfect, it almost hurtsIt is, what's the word?MagicalYes. I am living the magical lifeDancing in my blue dressMade of chiffon and dreamsSwooning as I'm swept off my feetI told you.There's no poem here.It's just my magical lifeThe one I was promisedI'm followed by starsThey are so brightThey illuminate my skinWhile I sing to my birdsIt's amazing reallyHow dreams come trueWhy can't they see it?Those pesky men in white?Always flitting about with pill filled plastic cupsI have my own potions, thank you very muchSee?There's no poem here.